42 seconds ago
I've changed my face for you a thousand times,
but my mind is just too stubborn to play along.
Were our times worth the mistakes I've made?
The stubborn missed takes when I took love for granted?
Somedays I'm content to live, an early-old man,
and the moments I miss you, prick less and less.
We can't change our leanings much
and in the end, the few good friends drift in and out like the rain;
I wish my heart and hands were big enough to love you all.
Instead, I sit at the sill and
love from a distance,
misplacing every other name.